اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Lined up before the beasts
They eat me up each time
I incite trick or treat as I bite back with my eyes
I am invited to the feast as a piece of pecan pie
I tease them to a sweet release in my pride
Like I've got nothing to hide
I'm the crime they seek, but I'm too shy to peek
Counting on the dark side; blind, dumb
Ready or not, here I come
I'm naked on a plate, bathing bait in the baste
It's the savory flavor of praise
I'm laid out like a seder catered to the plagues
Hey, l'chaim, I made it from the kiddie table
Enemies in a trance, spin them in with a dizzy dance
Keep those devils close in this spit roast rotisserie romance
Raise a toast!
Blow up smoke over boasts, fawn all over their charm
I fall right into their arms
Now I've got the monsters hot where I want them
Mouths watering, pondering slaughtering me
I wander into the cauldron at the altar
I am the offering
Calling all the goblins to gobble on me
Conjure a toxic shock, swallow this caustic tea
I'm a martyr with the heart of a guard dog in heat
Chew off a prime piece of meat and choke on this
Bon apetit
I'm the crime they seek but I'm too shy to peek
Counting on the dark side; blind, dumb
Ready or not, here I come
I'm naked on a plate, bathing bait in the baste
It's the savory flavor of praise
I'm laid out like a seder catered to the plagues
Hey, l'chaim, I made it from the kiddie table
Licking their lychee lips
Switching out shots of whiskey with a wishful twist
We'll slip into something sickly
Such a mischievous mix
Of frisky business, risk and pre fixe listlessness
Tisk tisk
